This year’s about to end and I haven’t had time to pause and think about a single thing (that doesn’t concern my kiddos), let alone post a blog! Do you want to take a look at what my life has been like in 2024?
As we reach a special milestone in 2025, our 10th wedding anniversary, I want to reiterate that the only thing that really matters for a ‘HAPPY’ marriage is – The speed of the fan/ the temperature of the AC.
Talking of a HAPPY marriage, all those husbands out there who take time out of their lives to click a million pictures of their wives, are you for real or reel!? Because mine gifted me an iPhone and a son to do the job!
Talking of reels, I do find it necessary to clarify that I don’t make reels. I find most of them to be an absolute nightmare! I only watch recipes that I won’t make and parenting tips that I don’t follow! Also, thanks to the reels that my husband sends me, I learnt that all our issues are universal! So I don’t see why he should complain!
Talking of frustration, nothing in 2024 got my blood boiling more than the news of Deepika’s pregnancy and the Jockey advertisement on the front page of Bombay Times with Disha Patani. Dear Bombay Times, you no longer qualify to be used for storing my green veggies. RIP. (Yes, pun intended!)
Talking of storage, my Google account has run out of space. When I looked at the photos, I couldn’t help but cringe at my selfie collection from the past. (Dear husband, thanks to you *!) Select all + Delete to declutter the phone and my head BUT no Cloud will ever be sufficient to store a mother’s photo collection!
Talking of declutter, anytime that I’m not in the kitchen or with the kids, you’ll find me in my closet cleaning, clearing and organising things that are already clean, clear and organised. There’s nothing more fun than pulling out and putting away and piling up the same stuff AGAIN just to annoy my husband, even if staying in there makes me sweat like a pig!
Talking of sweating, I’ve come up with a brilliant way to make a million bucks. I openly challenge any of these top make-up companies to use the best of their best water/ smudge/ sweat proof products on me! If only sweat irrigation was a real thing.
Talking of challenge, labor pain se darr nahi lagta hai sahab, exercise se lagta hai. This conclusion is a result of the set of squats and lunges I did on the recommendation of the physiotherapist an hour before the delivery of my son. In retrospect, I wish I had not been all gung-ho about showing off my apparent strength!
listening to Carnatic songs and being all YO!
Talking of recommendations, by now I think people know better than to push me to watch something on Netflix or wherever because the only ‘binge watching’ I enjoy doing is the CCTV live streaming from my son’s school every morning!
Talking of enjoy, when an uncle at a recent family function enquired about my work status because it is not daily that one becomes a CA, I told him that I was finally doing a CA job that I enjoy – ‘Certified Amma!’ – translated into: being,
Available
Mental
Messy
Amusing 24/7!
Funnily, I have spent more years being a mother than an employee in any company!
Talking of ‘Amma,’ the society doesn’t want me to stop producing kids because it wants a girl child. While I’m proud to see the progress and change in mindset, I wish I could tell people that even if I were to create a cricket team of my own, I’d pray for boys!!
Talking of Girl Child, anybody who knew me in my childhood would remember me to be wearing my father’s shorts with Kitto sandals, sporting a haircut that apparently resembled Salman Khan from Tere Naam and having a hairy upperlip that gave me the nickname ‘MUCHCHAD.’ So a big NO, thank you, but I cannot handle the pressure of raising a girl child!
Talking of Sallu, Bollywood is DEAD for me. Bhool Bhulaiya was a disgrace itself but 3.0!? I know we Indians are made of steel but I just cannot imagine how anybody could digest such rubbish! I can’t watch even Saathiya again and I have come to admit that I absolutely wasted many a years watching KKHH. So clearly it’s THE END.
Talking of The End, sometimes the passing of a person can feel like the end of an era! From carrying me much against the doctor’s orders when I was a baby sumo, to itching my back and bum while applying mehendi on my hand, to catching me red handed while watching a romantic song (NOT WHAT YOU THINK!) and threatening to tell my mom, to begging me to sing a song at every function only for me to run away, to making yummy savouries for my friends and me, to watching Kahin Kisi Roz with me everyday after school, to repeating the stories from her past that would have made a super serial drama, to loving and pampering me. I grew up with her and I can confidently say that I was her favourite grandchild even though she always claimed to be impartial! She was my PAATI, my 94 year old grandmother!
Cheers!!
P.S. Anybody wants to rant about Bollywood, let’s catch up for a coffee. Time and place – I’ll let you know (18 years later *) 😅
Talking of ‘LATE’, when inviting me to a function, please keep in mind I have two kids and I operate on Patil Standard Time. 😋
C.A.: Confused Aquarian 